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Yoongi is a ruthless Mafia who disguise himself as a college student in his college (his college means he's the fucking owner of the college) for an underground mission, where he meets a sw...
In the dimly lit alleys of Seoul, a man sprinted for his life, fear etched into his every move. Behind him, Jeon Jungkook, the deadly sniper of Yoshinori Watanabe, followed with the precision of a predator.
The man's lungs burned as he turned a corner, colliding with someone. Stumbling back, he froze. Standing before him was not just anyone-it was Min Yoongi, the heir and leader of Yoshinori Watanabe.
Yoongi's presence was suffocating. His dark eyes gleamed with cold amusement, his smirk barely concealing the danger lurking beneath. The man's knees buckled under the weight of his aura-a chilling blend of power, ruthlessness, and death itself.
Jungkook stepped into the scene, smirking as he leaned casually against the wall. "Thought you could escape?" he mocked.
Yoongi's voice was low and calm, yet it carried the weight of finality. "Life is hard," he said, his gaze piercing through the man's soul. "But for you... it's over."
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Sweat started to form on the forehead of the man who had been trying to escape after leaking secret information and plans to Min Yoongi's rival gang.
The man dropped to his knees, begging for mercy, but in the world of Min Yoongi, forgiveness didn't exist for betrayers.
Min Yoongi: "Look at this bitch-sharing our information with others and now begging me to forgive him." (he chuckled) "What do you say, JK? What should I do with him? Should I just shoot him here in this filthy alley, or give him the proper treatment before killing him?"
Jungkook smirked, his voice dripping with disdain. "There's no need for trash like him in our basement, Suga. Just fucking kill this bastard."
Yoongi smirked, pulling out his gun. "Any last wishes?"
The man stammered, tears streaming. "P-please, boss, just this once. I promise-"
Before he could finish, a gunshot rang out. The bullet struck him in the mouth, silencing him forever.
Yoongi lowered his gun, his expression calm. "See? I granted your wish. Freed you from this miserable world. A bastard like you doesn't deserve to live."
He turned to the group, his icy stare sending shivers down their spines. *"If anyone here even thinks of betraying me, the consequences will be worse than this. Put that in your fucking heads. Now clean this mess "
The group said in unison "Yes Sir" scrambling to obey.
Jungkook stepped forward his smirk changing into a serious expression:- Suga Mr. Min wanted to meet with you . He called me yesterday and told me this to tell you. He will be waiting for you at the headquarters at 5 pm. So we should leave soon from here and yes all of you don't leave any evidence here . Got it?
Yes sir !! All the members said in unison.
TIME SKIP
At the Headquarters of Yoshinori Watanabe
Suga and Jungkook stepped out of their sleek black car, their movements precise and calculated. As they entered the building, every member they passed bowed in respect. With a subtle nod in return, the two made their way to the elevator, heading straight to the top floor.
Reaching the headquarters at exactly 5 PM, they found Mr. Min already waiting. Suga and Mr. Min exchanged a brief, knowing glance before he gestured for them to take a seat. Moments later, Namjoon, Jin, Taehyung, J-Hope, and Kai entered, each taking their place around the large conference table.
Soon after, Soobin arrived, silently placing coffee and snacks on the table before bowing and exiting. The room grew quiet, the tension palpable as Mr. Min leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath.
Mr. Min: "Listen carefully. I've called you all here for an urgent matter. Our rival gang, the Black Eagles, is planning something big-something to take us down. I learned about this yesterday. Their plan involves sending a spy, disguised as a college student, into our territory-our college, to be precise.
He paused, his gaze sharp as it swept across the room.
Mr. Min: "To counter this, I want all of you to join the college immediately, each taking on different roles. This will not only help us keep an eye on the spy but also teach you how to adapt and manage undercover missions. As a bonus, you'll earn legitimate degrees and certificates, ensuring no one can question your credibility in terms of education or experience.
The group exchanged glances, intrigued yet serious.
Mr. Min: "Their spy will transfer as a second-year student. That's why you must enroll as first-years now to establish yourselves before they arrive. Decide among yourselves which roles you'll take. This is critical. Don't mess it up."
He stood, his tone final. "All the best."
The room buzzed with low murmurs as the group began to strategize, each preparing to step into a new world while keeping their true identities hidden.
